The knack of flying

Oran · 10-21-2010, 07:14 PM

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ooc here!

Something else had come back to him a few nights ago, as he lay in his little hovel groaning at the stitch in his side and the bruises littering his body; painkillers. He remembered them from the elusive before, and had after some thought gone in search of them, for once moving slowly, with one arm wrapped around his ribs and each step he took sending an aching jolt up his legs.

He searched the buildings he passed, but none of them seemed to have any, and it wasn't until he approached the large fortress with the metal birds he found boxes he vaguely recognized. He opened several, pulling out the metallic packages without bothering to read the instructions, and took handfuls of the colorful pills, until the pain faded and he lay slumped against the side of the building, his eyes unfocused and his head foggy.

He'd sat only because the world had begun swaying dangerously while he was on his feet. Now it seemed a bad move, however; he was about ready to go to sleep, and he was out in the open, vulnerable. As the thought struck him he struggled to straighten a little, bracing himself against the wall and pulling his lips away from his teeth for a moment. He must not have looked very scary, as some sort of bird hopping around by his feet lifted it's head and cawed at him, sounding extremely unimpressed.

He worked his jaw, trying to figure out what exactly that was supposed to mean, and attempted to focus his eyes as the feathered beast began to move, soon hopping up onto his stretched legs and cawing again. Oran felt the sharp talons break through his jeans and scratch at his skin, but no pain came to him; it was a far away sensation, muffled by cotton in his head and ice in his veins.

The bird hopped up his leg, its wings half-spread, and began pecking at his jacket. He watched it, blinking slowly every now and then, and wondered if it was trying to eat him.

And then he wondered if that, possibly, meant he was dead.

walk the walk talk the talk think the thought

Axelle Napier · 10-23-2010, 07:03 AM

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Hello

As she walked, her paws sunk into the soggy sand near the beach. This was new to her and she hadn’t much experience with beaches. She had a lot of experience with forests and meadows, however. Her fur blew with the breeze that had traveled over the ocean and onto the lands. She stopped and looked around. This place made her nervous, but nervous only because she wasn’t familiar with it. It was new to her as was so much else recently. She had come from distant lands onto Souls’ territories and it was all so different from where she had been.

She continued along the beach until something caught her eye. It looked to be a huge structure in the distance. Structures always seemed to amaze her, so she began to walk up toward the more forest-like area. She was enjoying the beach, but she probably would enjoy this much more. The ground went from mushy to almost solid in the matter of about five feet so the change wasn’t so sudden. Her paws adapted and soon she was walking normal again on her four legs. Her two toned body was partially visible in the blue of the night. It was dusk and almost dark.

Soon, she came upon this huge building with a tall iron fence. This sight made her heart flutter with excitement, and she proceeded without caution or hesitation. She walked up the path that led to the structure and was almost near the door when she spotted something unpleasant. Another. She stopped abruptly and growled loudly. She didn’t like others, and especially lone others. He looked like he was drugged out and incapable of doing harm, but one never knows.

She stepped a couple steps forward and continued to growl at the male slouched against the wall. He looked as if to be nodding out and there was a bird pecking at his clothes. He still wasn’t moving, but Axelle wouldn’t take any chances. She stood stiff, and stood her ground making sure the male wasn’t going anywhere. After a couple of minutes words began to seep through her growling clenched teeth.

Who are you?!

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Oran · 10-23-2010, 06:34 PM

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Hiya! <3

As his glazed eyes focused more, Oran realized it was a bird he recognized. Not only by species, but specifically; he just...didn't know where from. Squinting at it, he lifted a hand, and the bird twisted its head to watch him. He patted its feathers absently, searching his fuzzier-than-usual memory. He was extremely glad for the numbness in his body, true, but he would have been glad for a sharper mind. He should have used non-drowsy stuff...and the origins of that thought were unknown, too.

Red-tailed Hawk. He said finally, tilting his head as the bird cawed. Was that supposed to be an affirmative? He thought so. The rusty tail was a bit of a clue. His hand moved to his own red mane, tugging on the fur thoughtfully before he jostled his knee a bit. Talons dug into his skin, and wings rustled scornfully as the hawk's head twisted to focus a single golden eye on him. They were broken out of their study of each other as a sudden growling filled the air, and Oran lifted his head slowly, focusing his eyes even more slowly on the apparently offended female.

The hawk climbed its way up onto his shoulder, cocking its head a bit, and the two of them stared at her. Oran felt the twinges of panic and distrust rising in him, and he bared his teeth, struggling into a more upright position and laying his ears back, though he couldn't quite get his throat to work into a growl. He braced one hand against the wall, leaning forward slightly and glaring at her even as she spoke.

He was certain this wasn't claimed territory; he'd been careful. So there was no reason for her to react so hostilely, not unless there was something he was missing--and he didn't doubt there was, although he didn't think any of them should result in an attack. His mind was too fuzzy for him to think clearly about this; he wanted to attack her...and yet some part of him saw no reason to do so.

He blinked as he realized what that meant. Was she not a threat? In his drugged state, where he should have seen even the bird dangerous, Oran didn't think so. He slumped back down, his snarl disappearing as he returned to staring at her in blank confusion. The hawk resettled itself on his shoulder, chirping lightly, and began running its beak through the fur around his ear, which seemed strangely natural to him. Finally his maw opened, and he thought of something to say.

Go away.

Axelle Napier · 10-24-2010, 03:30 AM

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Ooc

Axelle’s growl faded. He obviously was too high to be a threat, and he seemed to be injured. She just stared at him now slightly cocking her head to the side, and he stared at her too. They both stared at each other for a good two minutes, and finally she inched closer and sat on her haunches before his feet. Go away? No, I’m not leaving. He looked injured, and she studied how he moved slowly and cautiously to not hurt himself.

You’re injured?

She wondered for a second if there was anything she could do for this male, but then she decided not to. She didn’t know him; neither did she really care for him. He was just here all drugged out in front of a building that she wanted to explore. She saw him as a risk, and began to growl so he told her to “Go away.” Should she?

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